Her focus was on the man across the room with his nose buried in a book. It was slightly humorous that he sat there so serious, like he worked out the world’s problems. He shifted in his seat, and the long-sleeved dress shirt he wore stretched across his chest. Lord, it should be illegal for a man to look that good. The light blue button-down shirt did nothing to hide his raw physique. Since they had sex seven days ago they had talked … a lot. It wasn’t just about Jon and their past. They also talked about plans for the future. It was strange sitting here, knowing that she had been intimate with Blake. The butterflies in her belly refused to relent, and the excitement that the black cloud that had hung over her head for so long relented, had her smiling more than she had in a very long time. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to stare?” Blake kept his head lowered when he lifted his eyes to her. God, did he not know how incredibly distracting it was when he looked at her over the rim of his glasses?
